Peter S. Quinn


Sea of Dreams


Seas of dreams are everywhere
With their ways to walk through
Love is in the summer air
Coming closer to me and you
Distances running through the day
Many playful roads to go on
This and that may come to stay
Till your future is made and gone

Racing to the other side
Wheels keep turning till they stop
Every morning thoughts abide
What has made this to turn up?
When you learn you feel freedom
How it’s going to turn out to be
Then plain reality will come
Making you wonder what you see

Let this be a lesson for this
Nothing is forever of reasons made
Future to all is somewhat bliss
Inside our minds neap-tide to fade

Submitted: Thursday, August 09, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 27, 2011

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